Qin Xuan stood up slowly, with a smile on his handsome face, and stepped forward, taking a step forward easily.
Without the slightest pause, he continued to lift his steps, but this time the direction he was heading was slightly different from before. He still fell down easily, as naturally as stepping on flat ground.
"Huh? That's interesting!" In the void, the middle-aged man's slightly lazy eyes suddenly opened, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he continued to observe Qin Xuan.
The speed of Qin Xuan's feet was very smooth, and every movement seemed extremely harmonious and natural. It was hard to believe that he was under three times the pressure at this time.
"Yes, show your fastest speed and let me see where your limit is." The middle-aged man strolled out of the void and said slowly. He is liking Qin Xuan more and more now. His personality
He is calm, has good talent and understanding, and is also extremely humble, which is extremely rare among young people.
The corners of Qin Xuan's mouth raised slightly, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, the sun's rays bloomed on his body, and the pressure on his shoulders was relieved a lot. Lingxu Tai stepped forward lightly, taking one step at a time, his steps were steady, and his whole body seemed relaxed.
There is a degree of restraint, and there is no deliberate pursuit of speed.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, a flash of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Gradually, as Qin Xuan became familiar with the power of three times the pressure, his speed began to increase continuously. Lingxu took a step forward crazily without any scruples. Thousands of afterimages flashed around him, and the sound of wind was heard.
, everything around seemed to become blurred.
Every movement he makes seems to be filled with an extremely mysterious artistic conception, as ethereal and light as the wind, floating and gentle. No matter how terrible the pressure around me is, I turn it into the breeze and overcome it with gentleness.
Qin Xuan's eyes closed at some point. He seemed to be immersed in his own world. The only thought in his heart was to run and gallop to his heart's content and let himself go. All distracting thoughts were abandoned and had nothing to do with him.
"He actually realized the artistic conception of wind!" The middle-aged man's expression kept changing. At first he could remain calm, but then he was surprised. When he saw Qin Xuanru entering a state of selflessness, moving at will
At that moment, there was only a deep look of shock on his face.
You must know that even he himself took half a month to comprehend the artistic conception of wind, and he has always been proud of it. However, Qin Xuan understood the artistic conception of wind in just six or seven days, easily.
It surpassed him.
This means that Qin Xuan's talent exceeds his!
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but have an unnatural look on his face. He was a powerful Yuan King Realm but not as good as a junior in the Kaiyuan Realm. If those people knew about it, the consequences would be unimaginable...
"Ahem, it seems you are not too useless." The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and said casually to Qin Xuan, his tone was very calm, as if Qin Xuan's talent was nothing in his eyes.
Qin Xuan suddenly stopped, feeling ecstatic in his heart. He looked at the middle-aged man and shouted respectfully: "Senior."
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Although your talent is average, there is no need to underestimate yourself. It took you six or seven days to understand the artistic conception of wind, but at least you still figured it out. You will pass this time."
Qin Xuan's expression suddenly froze. This senior really never forgets to attack him. Is it really as slow as he said to comprehend the artistic conception of wind in six or seven days?
"Um, I wonder how long it took senior to understand the artistic conception of the wind?" Qin Xuan asked doubtfully.
"How long did it take? Well, I can't remember this clearly, so I won't mention it." The middle-aged man looked thoughtful, and in order to prevent Qin Xuan from continuing to ask questions, he quickly changed the subject: "Well, you
The artistic conception of the wind is still at the first level, and more time needs to be spent to consolidate it."
"The first realm, what do you mean by senior, is that there are multiple realms of the artistic conception of wind?" Qin Xuan asked, with a puzzled look on his face. He had only understood the power of the artistic conception before, but he was not very familiar with it.
"Nonsense!" The middle-aged man was a little angry, but seeing that Qin Xuan really didn't know anything, he explained impatiently: "Not only does the artistic conception of wind have multiple realms, but other artistic conceptions also have realms. After all,
Everyone’s level of understanding is different, so it’s natural not to generalize.”
Qin Xuan's expression was slightly condensed, and a solemn look appeared on his face. He cupped his hands at the middle-aged man and said, "Senior, please give me some advice on how to divide the realm of artistic conception."
"The division of realms is very simple. They are the initial realm, the transformation realm and the mysterious realm. Only when you reach the mysterious realm is the power of the artistic conception reaches its peak." The middle-aged man continued to explain.
"Then how to distinguish the differences between each realm?" Qin Xuan said.
"The initial state, as the name suggests, is the initial understanding of the power of artistic conception. This level is only the prototype of artistic conception. For example, if you have just reached the initial state of the artistic conception of wind, you can simply borrow the power of the wind for your use. Therefore, this level
A realm is also called a borrowed artistic realm.”
Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, and he seemed to understand something. His sword's artistic conception was only at the initial level. Every time he released his artistic conception, he used the sword energy on the soul of the holy sword to condense his own artistic conception, but he himself
This cannot be done.
"The so-called entering the realm of transformation comes from the meaning of transcending the realm of transcendence. At this time, the power of the artistic conception has exceeded the ordinary use of the artistic conception. You can create the artistic conception yourself. When fighting with your opponent, you can directly release the artistic conception and let the opponent be in your own artistic conception.
." The middle-aged man added.
"What about the mysterious realm?" Qin Xuan continued to ask.
This time, the middle-aged man did not answer quickly. He pondered for a moment and then slowly said: "There is no specific standard for dividing the mysterious realm. It varies from person to person. If the artistic conception imagined in the mind is different, the final mysterious realm will be different.
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Qin Xuan's eyes flickered and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't understand the middle-aged man's explanation.
"All things are not constant. Even an ordinary stone may have very different effects in the eyes of different people. I know that you have practiced the power of the sword, and you pursue the violent and sharp artistic conception of the sword. Then you
The way of the sword he follows is the way of killing, pursuing absolute power and killing everything."
"However, not everyone's swordsmanship is like this. Some people pursue light swordsmanship and maximize the flexibility of the sword. Some people pursue heavy swordsmanship. A sword falling is as heavy as the top of Mount Tai. Some people pursue fast swordsmanship and wield ten thousand swords with one sword.
In life, the sky is filled with the shadow of swords. If the sword you pursue in your heart is different, the mysterious realm you finally reach will be different. By extension, the same is true for other artistic conceptions."
The middle-aged man's words were very profound, and every word struck Qin Xuan's heart like the sound of an ancient bell, making him remember these words deeply in his heart.
"As the senior said, does that mean that even if I don't use the sword, I can still release the artistic conception of the sword?" Qin Xuan suddenly asked.
"That's right, the reason why you use the sword is just to help you understand the artistic conception of the sword. Once you reach the mysterious realm, you can release the artistic conception of the sword no matter what weapon you use." The middle-aged man nodded appreciatively.
The reason why he hesitated just now was because he was thinking whether it was too hasty to tell Qin Xuan these things now, but now it seems to be true. He didn't expect Qin Xuan to touch the essence of the artistic conception so quickly, and he couldn't help but take another high look at him.
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"Junior understands, thank you senior for your guidance!" Qin Xuan's expression suddenly became solemn, and he bowed deeply to the middle-aged man very seriously to show his respect for him.
Seeing Qin Xuan like this, the middle-aged man felt warm in his heart. His eyes when looking at Qin Xuan couldn't help but change subtly. He waved his hands carelessly and said: "Don't call me senior all day long. It's too unpleasant. My name is Luo Ze."
, you can just call me Brother Luo."
"Luo...brother?" Qin Xuan suddenly had a dark look on his face, thinking that this senior is really eclectic. I don't know how many years apart they are, but they actually thought of calling themselves brothers. They really have bold and rough personalities.
"Why, are you still unwilling?" Luo Ze's face suddenly turned cold, a violent aura swept out, and his sharp eyes stared at Qin Xuan, as if Qin Xuan would not agree, and direct pressure would come.
"No problem, of course!" Qin Xuan could only apologize with a trembling smile. Suddenly, there was a brother in the Yuan Wang realm. He really couldn't adapt to it, just like in a dream.
"That's pretty much it." Luo Ze nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Qin Xuan with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Qin, do you know what my true form is?"
Qin Xuan couldn't help but look stunned. He knew that Luo Ze should be the big monster in the Soul-Dead Mountain, but he really didn't know what kind of monster his body was.
"Watch it."
I saw a bright light suddenly blooming on his body, and his body continued to rise, like a hill. Behind him, a pair of huge purple wings opened instantly, and a violent aura filled the air in an instant, like the power of a king, the heaven and earth
The spiritual energy in the room became disordered because of this.
When Qin Xuan faced Luo Ze's body, he felt a heavy feeling in his chest and could hardly breathe. The real energy in his body suddenly rioted. This was the pressure from a strong man. After all, the difference in strength between the two was too big.
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Luo Ze's huge eyes glanced at Qin Xuan, and then Qin Xuan felt that the pressure that enveloped him instantly dissipated. He looked at Luo Ze's huge body, and a look of surprise gradually burst out in his eyes.
This behemoth seems to be a giant tiger!
"My true body is the Lightning Thunder Winged Tiger, and the ultimate goal set by Qing Lao for you is to persist for three breaths under the pressure of my true body."
After Luo Ze transformed into his true form, his voice became much louder and deeper. Qin Xuan sounded like thunder, and his eardrums seemed to burst. However, the shock in his heart was even more intense!
Is it possible for him to persist for three breaths under the pressure of the fourth-level monster!